Hard Right Turn
Hey All. Sorry I’m getting to this late today. Something’s come up that I had to deal with.
In the past, I’ve made little secret that I harbor a tiny shred of hope that my writing will catch the eye of somebody in the hidden elite layers of power and control. My fantasy has been that they’ll come to me and say “Tim! How did you know so much about what’s really going on behind the scenes?” And they’d ask me to come join them, or at least confirm some of my ideas, and let me get a glimpse into the so-called “Breakaway Civilization,” and maybe even the truth of the whole UFO thing.
Well, it’s happened. The phone rang and I, thinking it was Sally, who’s away for a few days, uncharacteristically picked up. After a couple of clicks and a strange beep, a man’s voice came on the line. He identified himself as Stan Beeman, a former FBI agent now working for a secret group, the name of which he would not say. He explained that they’d been keeping an eye on me since before What a Way to Go came out, and that they’d almost contacted me after All of the Above. Now, with Rumi’s Field coming out soon, they feel like they have no choice but to “bring me in.”
I was skeptical, as you might imagine. Stan Beeman, after all, is a fictional character from the spy series The Americans, the new season of which Sally and I finished just the other night. I told him that I didn’t believe him. So he instructed me to open up my online banking account, which I did. There was a new deposit in our checking account for the amount of $250,000.00, deposited by somebody identified only as a long series of numbers. Stan said that that was an advance. I just checked it again. The money’s still there.
So, gonna make a hard right turn here for a bit. I’ve got a meeting with an unnamed somebody tomorrow morning at an office building in Morehead City, next to the hospital. Ten A.M. I’m gonna go. But for now, and for the foreseeable future, I had to agree to suspend my blogging and novel writing and other online activity, until such time as I can speak with them, come to some agreements, and either join them or decline. I think they’re afraid of what might happen after Rumi’s Field is published, and want to have some editorial control in the matter. Apparently what I’ve regarded as mere “fiction” hits much closer to the “truth” than even I had supposed. They may not want it out there. And they may want to bring me in in order to stop the new book entirely, or to have me edit the book to be in closer alignment with their goals.
I guess it’ll depend on which faction it is I’m meeting with. If it’s the evil overlords, then no thanks. But if it’s the more progressive group, then maybe it’d be worth it. Either way, Sally and I will have lots to talk about when she gets back. At this point, I’m pretty convinced that there’s some reality to Mr. Beeman’s story. They knew we’d been watching The Americans. They had free access to my manuscript and my bank accounts. And Stan even made mention of “that new Hawaiian shirt you were wearing,” referring to my latest thrift store find, which means they’ve got eyes on me here in Atlantic Beach. I’m partly terrified and partly excited. I’ll be interested to see where this leads.
Stan did say that I might want to. But that would. So I guess it might get kinda crazy here. I’ll do my best to keep in touch and keep you all informed. I have no idea how much I’ll be allowed to say.
So. I’ll be back when I can. Until then, ya’ll take care out there. Pax-T
Addendum: I just checked this again after publishing. Man, they are right on it. Somebody’s gone in and changed a number of the details, and deleted some things outright. And when I try to change them back, WordPress just shuts down. So, just know that the above isn’t exactly what I first wrote. And also consider whether you want to leave a comment or not, since doing so will likely get you on their watchlist as well. Take care!